I ripped the voice out my throat and crushed it in my hands
Because there is no point in getting them to understand
You said to worship only one God and acted like that was you
Forced to call you sir for months so I blocked out every bible verse you've made me read through
Some have tried to hold me down and force in their fingers
So, I twisted their index until I heard breaking bones turn men into screamers
I am not you I am far above
A bad person that is capable of love
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
